In a world that glorifies exhaustion as achievement, my story reveals a different gospel: that rest is not weakness but wealth, not failure but faith. This essay traces how collapse, sacrifice, and stillness became the most radical movement of my life.

A meditation on purpose, power, and becoming. Through sharp prose and intimate truths, this piece explores what it means to live intentionally, especially when your path doesn’t look like anyone else’s. From unlearning survival scripts to reclaiming sacred callings, it’s a love letter to those who are still becoming—and doing it on purpose.